  1. Low on the ground an acorn lies— Little by little it mounts to the skies, Shadow and shelter for wandering herds, Home for a hundred singing birds. Little by little the great rocks grew, Long, long ago, when the world was new; Slowly and silently, stately and free, Cities of coral under the sea Little by little are builded, while so The new years come and the old years go. 2. Little by little all tasks are done; So are the crowns of the faithful won, So is heaven in our hearts begun. With work and with weeping, with laughter and play, Little by little the longest day And the longest life are passing away— Passing without return, while so The new years come and the old years go. |
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